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midnightarcheress · 17 days

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another casino thingy with john price, bc why not?

cw: nsfw. masturbation, fingering, implicit exhibitionist price?, f!reader. idk shit about poker. 2 | more casino!141

you go to the casino again. not to gamble though.

at first, you were reluctant on showing up. it was nice of John to give you money for your services that night, and you couldn't deny the instant attraction lingering on your brain, but you didn't want to feel like a token, a four-leaved clover he picked out of the grass. also, you were convinced that your luck was a one-time thing, so why bother trying again? he surely found another charm to put in his pocket by now.

however, those thoughts vanished from your mind when you heard a sharp knock on your door.

you look through the peephole and immediately recognize the person standing in your hallway – mohawk guy. how did he...? your first instinct is to ignore him, but curiosity wins the fight against logic and you open the door.

"hello, bonnie." he smiles, "Price's waiting for ye," he blurts out before you can even ask anything. he's waiting?

for a minute, you don't think. your body moves on auto-pilot, scouring your closet for a decent outfit and smoothing down your hair to look at least presentable, as a stranger – Johnny, you learned – paces in your living room.

the next thing you know, you're in the passenger seat of his car, one hand resting on your leg and thumb edging the hem of your skirt, driving downtown. you couldn't help but shudder at the tingling sensation of his fingers on your skin, and he just snorts at your reaction, amused. are they all this touchy?

thankfully for you, Johnny is a talker, so you don't have to do much work to pass the time. he tells you that John is actually the owner of the casino and that every friday night he hosts a poker game with some of his friends. that he and the boys – Simon and Kyle – help Price with the management and with making sure no one creates trouble, and that John hasn't stopped talking about you.

your eyes widen after his last words, earning a chuckle out of the scot and nearly making you forget the question that first popped into your head when you saw him at your door – how in the hell did he know where i live? but at this point, you're not sure you care.

the light squeeze on your thigh alerts you that you've arrived, hopping out of the car and walking inside. the place is as packed as ever, but he leads you directly to the back, the same door as before.

"there she is." John grins, already tapping his lap for you to sit, "now we can start." this time, you don't hesitate, happily obliging to his request even when a part of you cringes at your eagerness. you accept the glass of bourbon, neat, that Kyle hands you, and despite being too strong for your liking, you don't bother. probably tastes like John.

the first few rounds were tame, with low bets, but soon enough you see the flying 5000 chips landing on the table and hear the laughs getting louder, as he traces circles on your hip. you don't know if it's the alcohol coursing in your veins, the softness of his touch, or his hot breath on your ear, but warmth starts pooling in your stomach and your legs clump together to ease the tension.

John notices your squirms and devilishly smirks, enjoying your desperate attempts to forgo the desire building in you. "here, kiss it for good luck, Ace." Ace? his left-hand holds a chip up, as the right one sneaks between your thighs and pry them apart again, making you gasp.

you timidly lean forward to press a quick kiss on the chip and instantly feel the heat creeping up your cheeks when his hand reaches your underwear. "you're so wet, Ace," he whispers, pulling your damp pants to the side. god, what is he... oh.

you try your best to be calm, not let the sensation of his fingers grazing your folds cloud your mind, but it's too much. your head tips back onto his shoulder, and any word that threatens to come out of your mouth and stop him gets caught in your throat. there's people around. everyone can see how much of a mess you are. and they... don't care?

his thumb gently rubs your clit as his middle finger toy with your entrance in an agonizingly slow manner, soft sighs escaping your mouth and eyes embarrassingly glossy focusing on the table. the game is still going, there's at least eight other men in this room, counting the players and the boys, fuck i'm– you bite back moans, gripping his forearm to keep him in place and to stop yourself from writhing in his lap.

"easy, love," he murmurs, finally pumping his digit inside you, "such a greedy cunt." his tone is low, syrupy, dripping like honey over you and nearly making you cum at the sound of his voice. you nuzzle your face on his neck, muffling your whimpers and drowning in the scent of his cologne. "what's keepin' me from throwin' you on top of this table and takin' you right now, hm?"

"John–" you breathe out, coil on your belly tightening when he inserts another finger, hitting the spongy spot you were never quite able to reach, making you mewl with pleasure. his beard brushes on your neck and his warm lips trace your jaw, leaving an underlying burning on your skin that drops straight to your core.

through half-lidded eyes you see the dealer finishing distributing the cards and the subtle twitch in John's mouth when he glances at his hand. your mind is too far gone by the point when they place the bets, too lost in the feeling of his frantic thrusts, velvety walls instinctively clenching around him to enhance the bliss.

the knot inside of you snaps and you cry out, limbs trembling in his hold and pure electricity travelling under your surface; it's intense, ripples through your core, heavenly overstimulating every corner of your body and sending your mind to outer space.

you float back to earth and taste the metallic flavor in your mouth, bottom lip sore from biting too hard to prevent your screams. John nudges you back to reality with a kiss on your temple, "such a good girl, love." he flaunts his cards in front of your eyes, and after a few attempts to refocus your vision, he gloats, wide smile and lustful eyes directed only at you, "just won me thirty grand, Ace."

i'd love to write more of this casino universe but i'm very much lacking in the ideas department lol

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nikitunez · 1 year

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ζ ゜✿ 。𝙀𝙉𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙉'𝙎 𝙁𝘼𝙑𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫

ຊ pairing : enhypen x gn!reader ຊ genre : fluff, headcanon ຊ words : 434 ຊ contains : hugging, kissing, mentions of food ຊ maya's notes : thank you anon for requesting this! i loved writing it! it kinda did turn into a preferred love langues thingy in the middle but i wanted to make each member's hc as unique as possible lol 😭 please leave feedback and reblog if you enjoyed it! i would really love to know how everyone found it hehe ❤ if you would like to read more from me, my taglist and requests are open as well! but that's all for now, enjoy reading :)

𝙃𝙀𝙀𝙎𝙀𝙐𝙉𝙂 : honestly, he loves literally any kind of physical affection. but to name a few, there is running your fingers through his hair, giving him tight hugs as well as cheek and forehead kisses, saying i love you, and finally complimenting him for little successes like winning a game or making some good ramen.

𝙅𝘼𝙔 : he's kinda a high maintenance boyfriend and loves when you buy him gifts. it doesn't matter if they're cheap or expensive because for him, everything you gift him is priceless. the gifts could be anything from clothes to food to a short little trip to some nearby town.

𝙅𝘼𝙆𝙀 : if jay is a materialistically high maintenance boyfriend, this boy is high maintenance in every other department. i'm talking words of affirmation and physical affection and kind gestures. give him everything and he's a happy boy. but more specifically just remember to kiss his lips and tell him that you love him every thirty minutes if you can.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉 : more than cuddling with him or giving him kisses just make him a large cup of delicious hot chocolate and i promise you he will get down on one knee and ask you to marry him right then and there. but he also really likes when you offer to wash his hair for him for no reason because it's such a silly yet soothing thing to do.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙊𝙊 : who needs a massage chair when you exist? he loves when you sense that he's tense and wordlessly start soothing his muscles. for starters, it feels so amazing and relaxing. but also, he realizes how much you care about him and how intuitive you are when it comes to him and all of those emotions just make him feel so grateful to have you.

𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙒𝙊𝙉 : just hold his hand and watch as his eyes fill with love. he likes the way your hands fit together so perfectly, and you don't have to be walking somewhere for him to want you to hold his hand. that and whenever you poke or kiss his cheeks. he swears he hates it but deep down it makes him all warm and fuzzy inside.

𝙉𝙄-𝙆𝙄 : back hugs. make him feel like he's in a kdrama and he will cherish you for life. also whenever you push his hair out of his eyes for him. the way you smile at him when he meets your eye makes his heart skip a beat. he also likes when you feed him. whenever you're eating together, you construct the perfect bite for him and hold your palm under his cheek while asking him to open wide. he loves it.

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qrrieterisunnq · 1 month

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Could you make like an insta edit thingie where Nico has a secret girlfriend and there’s been some suspiciousness from fans why he keeps smiling so much during interviews looking at something that can’t be seen by the camera. So it would be like a shirt vid on the devils page from like his post game interview and then the comment section trying to figure things out and then Jack dropping a bit of a bomb just for fun that doesn’t actually reveal anything but just that there’s someone

Thank you for requesting, anon! I had so much fun writing this! Hope you’ll like it. 🫶🏽❤️

Someone is there - Nico Hischier

nico!hischier x fem!reader Summary: Where Nico has a secret girlfriend. The fans are suspicious about him dating someone because, at his every post-raw, he's smiling at someone behind the cameras. Jack then comments on it, revealing something bout the girl. request: yes/no gif not mine likes are good, reblogs are better <3 word count: 0,5K warning(s): instagram post, cute Nico

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njdevils Intermission interview with Captain!

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user68_ his smile is so gorgeous!! 🥰

user009 where is he looking?? Who's standing there?

user52 I swear he's getting more sexy every fucking minute!

╰➤ user4_289 @/user52 Every second!! The Swiss man is hotter than lava!

nico_hischieer I mean, look at them, they'd look great together.

╰➤ user5587 @/nico_hischier like yeah, they both look cute, but you see how he's looking behind the cameras?

╰➤ nico_hischieer @/user5587 Yeah, the smile he has as soon as he looks behind them! Think there's someone?🤨

user13 You see that? The smile he has when he looks behind the cameras? Sure there's someone, who makes him smile like this!

╰➤ us_888_er @/user13 don't even say it! HE HAS TO BE SINGLE!! 😫

user88 omg!! He's dating someone! The smile!! He's so in love!!🥰🥹

╰➤ user5 @/user88 no, he's not! He smiled because someone bumped their head into the light! If he was with someone, he'd post at least a story with them!

╰➤ user88 @/user5 No he wouldn't! What if she ain't comfortable with the attention?

╰➤ user5 @/user88 Oh I haven't thought abt it! 🫢

nico_13_hischier who is he looking at?

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nj_fan_devils Wait! Listen! He's playing better past the four months! He's always looking up in the family section with a smile every time he shoots a goal!

╰➤ jacks_whore86 @/nh_fan_devils Oh! You're totally right! I thought that I imagined it! But Yeah! He looks happiest!🫶🏽🥰

╰➤ nhl_fan_devils @/jack_whore88 Whoever the girl is, I swear if she breaks his heart, I'll find her and... But I want to thank her for making him happy and loved!🫶🏽🩷

hischier13 you guys are delusional! It's clear he's not dating anyone! He said it million times that he wants to focus on his career!

jackhughes looking handsome!! 😫🥵 Sorry dove! But I might steal him from you! Wanna enjoy this night with him!😏

╰➤ amara_james @/jackhughes wanna sleep on a couch, loverboy? 🤔🤨 Anyway you played amazing Nico! And the goal was insane!@

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╰➤ nicohischier @/jackhughes someone's in trouble, should keep your mouth shut!🤣 anyway I wouldn't come with ya! @/amara_james thank you Ara!! ❤️🫶🏽

╰➤ jackhughes @/amara_james no baby, I’ll be sleeping with ya!😏 @/nicohischier and you shut your mouth loverboy! You’re pussywhipped! I thought you find me enough attractive to spend a night with me, yk? But I get it, you have miss of Switzerland at home so

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user66 what is going on!! why did Jack apologize??🤨❗️

╰➤ user_91 @/user66 better questing who he apologize to 🤔🤔 is Nico really dating someone?!

╰➤ user023 @/user_91 probably to Amara! It looks like he's apologizing to her for the next sentence! 😶

╰➤ user_77_6 @/user 023 @/user91 nah jack calls amara berry or strawberry he wasn't apologizing to her

dawson1417 looking divine Cap!

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us679 what the hell is Jack talking about?? What miss of Switzerland?? Is Nico dating a model?!

user1 @/us679 nah I think he was just making fun of his nationality

us679 @/user1 or maybe he's really dating a Miss of Switzerland

#nhl #nhl hockey #nhl fanfiction #nj devils #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier insta edit #nico hischier fic

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ksnfangz · 10 months

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— ★ ₊˚ ARE YOU JEALOUS ?

★ ₊˚ Request ! : “Hii! Hope you're doing good :) I wanted to request a jiung scenario (from the p1harmony request thingy heh), kind of best friends au, but you both have feelings for each other. Maybe you're close to another member and he gets jealous (?) you can decide how the rest goes! With promt #21 from the fluff list, and the scenario: "one gaming (or focusing on something) normally whilst the other styles their hair in silly little ways". Thank you so much in advance ^^”

★ ₊˚ paring: Jealous!jiung x bestfriend!reader

★ ₊˚ Genre: fluff

★ ₊˚ word count: 0.4k

★ ₊˚ A/N ; tysm for making this request and being so polite and patient i’m sorry that’s it so short!! sorry for any errors. hope you enjoy :) if you’d also like to make a request for any piwon or enhypen member the prompt list are here

“ cut it out, I’m trying to focus.” jiung whined pushing your hands out of his hair. “ what’s your issue?”

His issue? what’s his issue? you’ve been practically ignoring him all day seemingly too occupied by the super amazing and handsome Theo.

It was torture watching you two all day, talking, laughing, glued at the hips. Jiung was two more giggles away from jumping off the nearest cliff but, he wasn’t jealous you're his best friend after all it's normal for you both to hang out with other people. Or at least that’s what he’s been trying to convince himself.

“ I don’t have an issue I’m just trying to focus on the game… if you wanna talk to someone why not go to Theo since you seemed to enjoy being with him so much.” the boy scoffed fingers gliding naturally across his keyboard as he skillfully kills another player.

“What are you talking about– Hold on, are you jealous?” you smirk pulling his head back, forcing him to look up at you.

“ What’s there to be jealous of?” Jiung replied. “ Maybe you should ask yourself that.” you say wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He did ask himself, and each time he'd get the same answer.

“ If you’re so sad about me spending time with Theo why don’t you ask me out so we can spend time together alone.” You state boldly.

Jiung freezes, the words “ game over.” flashing red on his screen as he slowly turns around to look at you. Not even acknowledging the loss of his kill streak.

He must’ve miss heard you.

“ W-what did you say?” Jiung asks

“ I said since you’re so bothered by me hanging out with Theo you should ask me out yourself.” you repeat using the hair tie on your writs to pull the male's hair into a ponytail before carefully pulling a few strands free to frame his face. All the while Jiung stared up at you seemingly lost in thought.

“ Your hair looks cute like this,” you say almost too normally for jiungs liking. Why were you acting so normal as if you didn’t just tell the boy to ask you out on a date?

“ Y/n ?”

“ Yes.”

“ Do you want to go on a date with me?” the boy asks voice cracking slightly from how nervous he was.

“ only been waiting years for you to ask.” you reply playfully rolling your eyes.

“ oh shut up.” Jiung says shoving your shoulder his cheeks red as a tomato as he turns back to his game ready to respawn.

“ Oh wait.” he says holding his hands out for you to grab which you do watching as he guides your hands back into his hair.

“ I want pigtails now.” He says before resuming his game.

“ You are something else.”

“ yeah, but you like it.”

“ yeah… I do.”

as always likes and reblogs are appreciated but not required thank you for reading ily <33

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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summary. by a rather unpleasant string of events you find out who… or what your boyfriend really is

warnings. swearing, blood, violence (?) but nothing extreme, (a pinch of angst if u will)

au. vampire!wonwoo

a/n. first of all i’d like to thank zanna ( @slytherinshua ) , ola ( @l3visbby ) and kermit (@humongousbiscuitvoidtree ) for helping me out with certain aspects of this work!! tbh without you i wouldn’t write it <\3 so thank you sm, love you and check their blogs if you haven’t already >:T

second of all, i don’t want to spoil everything but as you can see from the au its a vampire thingy teehee but! i based the creations of vampires on the witcher (mostly the books/part 3 of the game (esp blood and wine))! i’m such a sucker for the witcher (without the tv series lol) so you know i had to teehee!! it’s pretty much briefly explained later in the work but if someone is interested i definitely recommend diving into the witcher or even checking it out on wiki!

word count. 4.7k 😟 the longest work of mine on tumblr 😟😟😟

wonwoo loves you. he’s sure that he never loved anyone like this before. if it was possible, he’d spend his entire life; infinity with you. if only.

you feel the same way, obviously. you can always feel the presence of his love, even if he himself may not be around. you love him so much that you sometimes feel as if your heart was about to jump out of your chest. he must feel it too because his pupils grow wider a bit (and he thinks you don’t see it). even his friends, including mingyu who knew him for like forever, told you he’s head over heels for you which made you melt on the spot.

you’ve been together for 6 years now and life with him is anything and more than you could have ever wanted. wonwoo is patient, funny and above all, caring. sometimes it makes you wonder what you did in your past life to deserve this; him.

“i’m home!” you call out, putting the groceries on the countertop. there was not only his shoes next to the doorstep but also someone else’s… if you were to take a guess, you’d bet it was mingyu.

you let out a deep sigh, reaching for a iced tea you bought for yourself.

your classes today were… harsh, to say at least. all you needed today was wonwoo’s arms around you. and a good nap.

overall your days were horrible lately. the ridiculous amount of uni work, your part time job and social life in general. there’s a new guy at your job and you can’t figure out what’s his problem with you. he’s always staring, throwing mean comments at you… the other day he almost got you fired.

you still haven’t talked about this with wonwoo. and you didn’t really want to because lately he seemed busy with something else. but if his - junwoo’s - behaviour is going to go on, you’ll reach out.

you closed your eyes, trying to forget it. you’re home now, it’s all good. just take a shower and go to bed.

you finished your ice tea and grabbed two that were left in your shopping bag. you passed by wonwoo’s office and knocked at the door gently. and before you could even move your hand away, your boyfriend called you in.

as you opened the door, as predicted, saw mingyu. he smiled at you. they were sitting at the desk, looking over at some papers.

“hi guys. hi baby” you hummed, trying to keep a positive tone. you walked up to wonwoo, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

you put down the two bottles and smiled at them.

“i’ll go to sleep, i’m exhausted” you announced quietly and wonwoo nodded, sending you a warm smile.

“of course… i didn’t even realise it got so late. good night, dear” he hummed. you walked away, sending them a small wave and closed the door behind you. with a deep sigh you started mentally questioning if you have enough strength to do your skin care.

nowadays there is something important going on since wonwoo isn’t home a lot. he’s asleep when you wake up in the morning to attend your classes, sometimes you manage to share a quick cup of coffee. and when you’re back home from work late evening, he’s absent. you always text him once you’re home and when you check the other day, the read hour says something around 1am. it’s exhausting, it really is.

“nonu…” you mumbled quietly, entering your living room at some lazy sunday. weekends were the only days you could catch up, even a bit. he turned his head immediately, eyes landing on you.

“is something wrong?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“well… no. actually, yeah” you huffed and sat down next to him on the couch. he closed his book and a playful smile spread on your lips when you see it’s twilight, again.

“what’s wrong, darling?” wonwoo asked, shifting his full attention to you. he can sense you’re nervous so he grabs your hand. it feels like eternity since he did that, let alone kiss you properly or–

“i miss you” you pouted, avoiding eye contact.

“but i’m here” wonwoo teases you but let’s go when you don’t even snicker “‘m sorry. i know, work has been stressful lately. seungcheol got into some trouble and you know how it is…”

“i really don’t. we don’t even talk that much anymore. i know that it’s your work but it’s just….” you babbled, finally gaining courage to look up at him. your heart clenched at the sight of his sad frown “but i know how you can make it up for me…”

“oh?” the corner of wonwoo’s mouth shifts up, his smirk making you dizzy. asshole. with a tilt of his head, his gaze pierces you but at the same time, it’s soft. and loving. “tell me then”

“well, first of all a kiss. seco–“ you were interrupted by his plush lips on yours. as you melted into the kiss, wonwoo effortlessly grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. with a small bite of your bottom lip, he made you gasp. you felt him smile playfully into the kiss before he continued to knock the air out of your lungs. your hands travelled to the nape of his neck, playing with his hair.

when you finally pulled away, cheeks glowing red, wonwoo put a stray strand of your hair back behind your ear.

“done. and the second part?” he breathed out, admiring your flustered face.

“a date” you giggled, hands shifting to cup his face.

“a date?” he repeated, a small crease forming between his brows.

“we can even go and dig garbage out, i don’t care. just take me on a date, mr jeon” you squished his cheeks, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

“okay, ms l/n, next friday then. we’re going to dig through garbage” wonwoo sent you a boyish smile and you smacked his arm. finally, your place was filled with your laughters again.

you were waiting impatiently, the minutes on the clock passing painfully slow. wonwoo was supposed to pick you up at 6pm and then you were supposed to go… somewhere. he said it’s a surprise, so you weren’t fully sure what was is.

you decided to wear a cute dress and a cardigan that he gifted you on your birthday. it was your favourite piece of clothing and it went perfectly with the dress.

you played a goofy game that was on your phone, trying to kill some time.

you figured it will be the perfect opportunity to tell wonwoo about junwoo, your co-worker. days passed and his behaviour got even worse. you were uncomfortable around him, your job draining you mentally. and you hated that because to be frank, you loved your job. you loved making baked goods, displaying them and serving customers. and now your, somehow, safe place is making you sick even when you’re just thinking about it.

suddenly your phone dinged.

nonu<3: darling i’m so sorry

nonu<3: i won’t be able to make it

nonu<3: let’s postpone it to next friday, okay?

nonu<3: seungcheol said he’ll pay

your heart dropped. putting down your phone gently you felt tears gathering at your water line.

nonu<3: love you

“love you too” you mumbled and went straight to bed, not bothering to take your makeup off.

when wonwoo came back around 3am, he wasn’t surprised to see you’re fast asleep. there was a little hope in him that you’d wait; that’d you won’t be mad. but who was he gonna fool? when he noticed you fell asleep without changing into your pyjamas, wiping off your makeup and clutching his pillow tight to your chest his heart stung painfully. then he went to grab makeup wipes to remove your mascara stains.

you haven’t talked to wonwoo since then. a week passed by, making you wonder if he’s truly going to take you on a date.

you were just ending your shift, unfortunately with junwoo. you were wiping the tables while he was counting up today’s profit.

“so, that boyfriend of yours…”

the question felt like a bomb, echoing in the empty room. you looked up at junwoo annoyed, his gaze piercing your soul.

“he’s very lovely” you scoffed, looking outside the window. it was already dark outside, not to mention that you still have to go through the park to arrive at your bus stop. normally wonwoo would pick you up…

“is he?”

you ignored the question, moving to the last table. last table and you’re gone. you just need to grab your bag. to do that you have to… shit. you have to pass him by. maybe you don’t need your stuff? you could leave it and– what are you thinking, your id and everything is in it.

“wonwoo is hiding something from you, isn’t he?” junwoo’s voice send shivers down your spine and when you gulped, you could hear his scoff. wait.

“how do you know his name?” you asked, hands trembling.

“i’m friend of a friend you see. but wonwoo once betrayed me…”

your grip on the cloth you were holding tightened, heart speeding up. why this feels like a scene from a crime show…?

“would you like to know something about your lovely boyfriend?” junwoo asked, done with his task.

“uh sure, hit me. we don’t have secrets though!” you laughed nervously and looked at the table. squeaky clean.

you heard footsteps.

looking up you noticed junwoo holding your bag with a playful smile.

“he’s a vampire”

you looked at him in disbelief. then you let out a laugh, shaking your head.

“that’s funny. you’re a funny guy junwoo, wow! a vampire, huh? good one, really–“ your voice died out in your throat when he stepped closer, his hand reaching out.

you snatched your bag from it, dropping the cloth on the floor.

“he’s a vampire. like me” junwoo hummed. normally you’d throw a joke about edward cullen but your coworker canines suddenly made sense.

“oh. cool. i’ll get going though, bye!” you yelled out panicked and rushed to the door. with a slam you ran out of the café, the fresh evening air making you realise how much you were suffering there.

you’re safe. just straight to the park and then bus stop and then home and then… your - apparently vampire - boyfriend.

you took out your phone with shaky and sweaty hands, the speed of your walk faster than ever before in your life.

you started bombarding him with texts - not even caring about the typos - and called him a couple of times but he wasn’t responding.

just when you were about to call him again, you felt… strange. mentally cursing at the city council for not putting lamps in the park you started running. your gut told you to. your gut also told you not to look around.

but you did.

you let out a shocked scream when you saw junwoo. in a blink of an eye he was suddenly one step behind you, grabbing you by your baby pink cardigan. the one wonwoo gifted you.

“leave me alone!” you screamed but the force of the pull was so powerful that you tripped back. luckily, you landed on your back first.

your phone fell out from your hand. you wanted to grab it, but junwoo stepped on your hand. you whined in pain, crunching up.

“see, i’m having a struggle right now. should i already kill you or wait for wonwoo to arrive. because… you think he’s coming, right?” junwoo’s voice echoed in your head.

to be honest, you weren’t sure.

your heart was beating at an inhuman speed right now, trying to figure out what to do.

“but we can have a small compromise” junwoo took off his foot from your hand, causing you to instinctively bring it closer. the tears in your eyes blurred your vision but you managed to suddenly roll over away. “i’ll scratch you up just a tiny bit. if he makes it in time, he might be able to save you”

“fuck off” you grunted and tried to stand up. as you wanted to run away, he kicked the back of your knees. you were helpless to prevent from falling, only to put the weight on your hands. if that hurt, you weren’t ready for the upcoming pain in your thigh, just in your femoral artery.

wonwoo came back home and from the moment he opened the door, he knew something was off.

your shoes weren’t messily thrown on the ground. you didn’t bring leftovers from the café. the apartment was quiet and dark. no smell of baked goods and your perfume, no sound of your calm breathing. or of your heartbeat. you weren’t home.

while nervously scratching his neck wonwoo tried to recall if he forgot about something. maybe you went out with your friends? but no, you’d leave a message… right? maybe you decided to leave him? or… oh. the date.

he pulled out his phone but didn’t see any notifications from you.

his - usually slow - heartbeat sped up, breath stuck in his throat. did you really leave him? he knew it was bad, he felt like he was neglecting you; duh, he knew it. he felt so helpless because seungcheol just needed help with that one guy who appeared in town lately but…

he couldn’t believe you didn’t even text him.

that’s when he noticed something on his phone.

a small moon icon next to the hour.

he frowned, swiping down. do not disturb. oh. how did he even put do not disturb on? after a five hundred years he’s still getting used to all of that technology but– whatever.

his eyes widened upon seeing like a thousand notifications from you and almost the same amount of missed calls.

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: wonwoo jelp

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: theres a guy ar mw work he creeped me our roday

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: he said youre a vampire lol

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: imomw home but im so fucking scared my hands arw shakinr so much

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: i love you sobmicj but please pick ip

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: km enywrinf the park roghr niw but i feel so strange

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: do i turn aeousn????

the sun to my moon, my beloved y/n: wonwoo please answer im so sxared

wonwoo slammed the door, almost tripping down the stairs. a guy at your work? why haven’t you told him? okay, you’ll talk later. right now he has to get to the park. you’re fine. you’re gonna be safe, he’ll get there quickly. even if you managed to get on the bus–

he entered his car, calling you. you’ll surely pick up, right? you’ll pick up and tell him you’re fine, you’re on the bus now, you’re safe.

suddenly his car door opened and someone sat at the passenger’s seat. wonwoo turned his head and looked at mingyu flabbergasted.

“what are you–” wonwoo breathed out, his hands shaking. you aren’t picking up.

“what’s the name of the café y/n works at?” mingyu asked. wonwoo threw away his phone, starting the car.

“moon made… something like that. why? i literally do not care right now, she’s–“

“junwoo works there”

wonwoo choked on air, taking a sharp turn. mingyu, who haven’t put his seatbelt on, slammed onto the door.

“fuck”

his friend quickly fastened his seatbelts and gulped upon seeing seeing how the numbers on the counter rose threateningly.

“y/n is in danger, she messaged me… and– what if– do you think he…?” wonwoo breathed out. mingyu, his friend of almost four hundred years, have never seen him so emotional. even when in 1722 wonwoo was about to literally die - because of a fight he got with a higher vampire, seungcheol - he was stoic. calm. normal.

“i don’t know. seungcheol is on his way, he told me he’ll rip his head apart if he hurts you or y/n but…” mingyu sighed, grabbing wonwoo’s phone. he put the password (the date of the day when you two started dating) and looked at the texts. it doesn’t look good.

“it doesn’t… look good, does it? fuck i’m so pissed at myself. somehow i put the do not disturb thing on and i missed all the notifications” wonwoo grunted and looked around “we’re nearby. please hold on…”

“wonwoo…” mingyu started slowly “i know you’re emotional right now but please… please don’t do anything stupid. you’re both higher vampires, this can end tragically”

“i don’t care. as long as y/n is safe and fucking alive. you know what that psychopath did in 1800!” wonwoo hissed, taking another sharp turn.

“i know! that’s the reason why we took seungcheol’s side!” just as he said that, mingyu was prepared for the turn and held onto his dear life to the door grip. wonwoo pulled over and left the car, slamming the door.

it didn’t take long before they located you. wonwoo’s heart clenched painfully upon hearing your cries and hard pants without seeing you.

“i smell blood” he grumbled, looking at mingyu. the thing was that mingyu stopped drinking blood like hundred years ago, he was fine. wonwoo, on the other hand, restricted his drinking but fully stopped when he met you. comparing 6 years to almost 500…

the smell was getting stronger and your heartbeat slower. then he saw you. on the ground, sobbing harshly. a growing puddle of crimson liquid was pooling under your right leg.

“y/n look, your boyfriend!” junwoo’s voice made him sick, not to mention that he nudged your leg with his. like you were nothing.

“nonu?” you whispered, fighting to keep your eyes open. it was barely a whisper to be honest but due to his hearing he was able to catch it.

he started walking towards you but junwoo clicked his tongue.

“stay there, traitor” he growled, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants “move an inch and she’ll be a lifeless body. same goes to you, mingyu”

“what do you want?” wonwoo asked, afraid that if he’s gonna look away for a second, you’ll…

“honestly? seungcheol. but i figured i’d be more fun to watch him suffer… and that human girlfriend of yours seems to matter a lot for you. and you mean a lot to him. well, her too. simple as that. the things in the way aren’t a big deal either. if i have to kill her or you to get to him… it’ll be at least endearing” he explained.

“listen i know i… betrayed you. but you killed innocent people, junwoo. just as you’re about to do with my girlfriend. leave her out of this and no one will get hurt” wonwoo talked slowly, your breathing getting slower.

“you didn’t hear a thing i just said, huh? i don’t care. or maybe i’ll give her to the werewolves? they’re not friends of mine but i’m sure they’ll like her” junwoo said and kneeled. he cupped your face, fingers digging into your jaw with force.

you felt like life was escaping from you, like air from a popped balloon. with the rest of the strength you had, you gathered your saliva and spat at him.

both mingyu and wonwoo were speechless.

junwoo slowly wiped his face and your boyfriend realised something. if junwoo wanted to bare his claws - and he just might to that - they’d go straight through your skin.

but something or rather, someone stops him from doing that. or doing anything in general.

seungcheol’s silhouette would go unnoticed by humans or even some lower vampires.

he yanks junwoo backwards by his shirt.

“if you wanted to talk to me, you’re more than welcome. but leave the fuck wonwoo and y/n alone” he hissed, immediately attacking him “and i made a promise to myself that if you hurt them, you’ll–“

“be dead, i assume. you’re worse than the werewolves” junwoo hissed.

wonwoo rushed to you, not caring about them. seungcheol will manage. he’s a higher vampire, probably older than all of you gathered here. he’s strong.

and you’re not.

he’s falling onto his knees, taking you in his arms immediately. wonwoo scans your face quickly, nothing than the marks from the grip, and moves to check the rest of your body.

then, he sees the wound. a deep cut on your thigh, precisely aimed at your main artery. other than that your hand was probably twisted. but the literal bleeding made him panic. because who knows how many time you have left considering the fact that junwoo cut open one of the critical parts of the blood system.

“wonwoo?” you mutter, fighting to keep your eyes open.

“it’s me, darling. it’s me, please– forgive me. i’m so sorry i should’ve-“ he started mumbling apologies like a broken record, tears gathering at his waterline.

“it’s fine, you’re here now” you mumbled, grabbing his hand with both of yours “i love you so much…”

“hey, hey. i know. i know, y/n, i love you to. but you’ll be fine. i promise” he breathed out, pressing his forehead against yours. his mind was racing with thoughts. he won’t manage to get you to the hospital. it’s way too far. he could stop the bleeding but assuming from the amount of blood you already lost— would it help? he feels helpless while you’re dying in his hands. it’s just a matter of seconds.

“nonu… you’re a vampire?” you gasp suddenly, one of your hands going to clutch his shirt. he nodded, still deep in his thought “then you can– turn me…?”

“bite her, wonwoo” mingyu suddenly appeared behind his back

“but i never– not on purpose–“ wonwoo grunted and stiffened once he saw your eyelids dropping “i don’t–“

“do it” a barely audible plea left your mouth, your hands slipping from his chest; your face scrunched up in pain. everything was going dark, your eyelids more and more heavy.

“it might hurt…” wonwoo warned before baring his fangs; he dived into the left side of your neck, a sharp sting bringing you back to reality for a brief moment. you sobbed harshly before a sudden blackout hit you.

your blood was sweet; the sweetest he has ever tried. wonwoo felt you losing consciousness, your body in his arms like a puppet. your heartbeat halted.

suddenly seungcheol came back, blood splattered on his face.

“that asshole is dead. what’s with y/n…?” he asked quietly. wonwoo pulled away, taking a deep breath. a trickle of crimson blood went down your neck. wonwoo looked at his friends; the tears in his eyes making seungcheol… sad.

“she’ll be fine” seungcheol mumbled. wonwoo grabbed your stiff body in a bridal style; he felt the warmth escaping from you “i can feel it”

“take her home” mingyu hummed, noticing the way wonwoo looked at you “let us know once she wakes up. because she will”

he nodded, for the first time in a long time not sure about the rightness of his decision.

you opened your eyes slowly, your body overtaken by pain. you felt weird; somehow cold.

the first thing you saw was wonwoo on the edge of the bed. his head was leaning downwards, eyes closed. he must have been thinking about something because his brows were furrowed, a deep crease between them. he looked like he haven’t slept for days.

you shifted carefully, noticing the bandage on your hand. the memories suddenly flooded you back; causing you to wince.

wonwoo suddenly felt your arms around his waist, his body jerking in surprise.

“y/n?” he asked, voice cracking.

“tell me it was a bad dream, please. or that you’re real” you whispered, shaking.

wonwoo hugged you back, placing a hand at the back of your head.

“i’m here, i’m real. it’s all good now i promise” he mumbled into your hair, afraid to let you go.

you sobbed into his chest, his embrace feeling like a dream after all of the events.

when you pulled away, he looked at you with so much care in his eyes in almost hurt. you tried to gather your thoughts, trying to think of the best way how to ask him about everything. as you did so, your hand traveled to your neck and you were surprised to feel a bandage there. right.

“i’m sorry if that hurt” he mumbled shyly

“it’s fine. but… what… what am i now? can you tell me everything…?” you asked quietly, your hand finding his. wonwoo intertwined your fingers, taking a deep sigh.

“i don’t know how much he told you but… i’m a vampire. and by biting you i turned you into one as well. you died but the venom from my fangs caused you to kind of… come back” he explained slowly “mingyu is a vampire too. well, all of my friends are”

“that would explain why you know each other so well” you chuckled, instantly regretting that. a wave of pain came through your body, causing you to wince. wonwoo’s eyes widened, sudden realisation hitting him.

“do you need anything? medicine? i can bring some pain killers” he said, pulling the duvet up. your thigh was professionally bandaged.

“it’s alright but… you could give me a kiss” you pouted.

“god, you don’t even know how scared was i…” he whispered before gently cupping your face and planting a tender kiss on your lips.

you wanted more, of course you did, but he leaned away. he wanted to look at you like this forever, without thinking about the possibility of losing you again.

“do you… want to talk? about what happened before?” your boyfriend asked. you sighed, nodding. even though you were glad you’re alive - and able to kiss him again - you had so many questions.

“just… explain everything to me. i’ll listen” you hummed, patting the spot next to you.

and he did. he explained to you that seungcheol is the oldest and that he was born as a vampire, that making him a higher vampire. due to that he can kill other vampires - because the regular ones like you aren’t able. you might hurt another vampires but won’t kill them if you’re not a higher one. wonwoo explained that junwoo and him were friends but his slaughtering of innocent people made wonwoo leave him and tell his location to seungcheol. they had some private fights going on hence the will of revenge. that’s what he was so busy with lately – seungcheol found out junwoo is in the city and wanted to find him. he explained that you’re not going to be a vampire that’s described in books. you won’t have shiny skin, you won’t have allergic reaction to garlic or sunlight, you’ll be able to see your reflection in a mirror. you’ll just feel cold at times and after some time and training you’ll get some supernatural traits.

“did you plan on telling me? that you’re a vampire?” you asked, gently grabbing his arms and pushing yourself onto his lap

“i… i did. maybe on our anniversary. i was scared but i promised myself i’d do it. i… i wanted to ask you if you want to be turned into one to” wonwoo smiled softly, looking at you “because the thought of you dying and me living without you… it made my heart shatter into pieces everytime i thought about this”

your heart swelled. it must’ve been so hard for him. this made you think if he was in a situation like that because but–

“and i messed up. i know work is work but i neglected you. it won’t happen again, i promise. and also… you need to show me how not to accidentally put do not disturb on” he huffed and then threateningly put his finger up, his ebony irises sending you a serious look “and next time tell me right away when there’s a creep at your work”

“do not disturb…?” you scoffed, putting his hand down.

the sun peeked through the window, framing his face in golden light.

“well then, mr jeon” you hummed, placing your hands on his arms for support “can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever?”

you didn’t have to tell him twice; he finally had an infinity to spend with you. when wonwoo pulled you closer, his teeth grazing against your lips you realised that it all would explain his thing for biting.

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futbol16 · 1 year

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No Reason • Leah Williamson

Hope this turned out okay!

Request: hii I want to request a fic.Where Leah and reader are dating and during media day, reader is always with Keira or someone else and she gets jealous and fans notice it. Sorry if it’s too much ☹️

Word count: 1,3k

Leah knew she shouldn’t feel like this, she had nothing to worry about. You and Keira had known each other since you were children, at this point the two of you were more like sisters than friends. She knew you were ecstatic over the news of your best friend joining your club and when Keira arrived in Barcelona you immediately took her in to help her settle in the new environment. Because of this she also couldn’t understand why you’d spend today basically attached at the hip to the midfielder. You saw her everyday, you haven’t seen your girlfriend since the last national camp yet you haven’t even approached her. Leah was jealous.

It was the second day of camp, a media day to help the players reconnect and somehow you and your best friend have done every single interview together. Currently, she and a few other teammates were sitting on bean bags as they listened to the chat you were having. It was a relaxing talk with a crew that you’ve gotten to know during the Euro’s.

Leah leans back with her arms crossed over her chest as she watches you lean into your best friend every time you laugh. It’s a normal thing though and she knows this, with that in mind she tries to calm herself. That is until the two of you burst out laughing again and Keira’s hand lands on your thigh. Her eyes zero in on the placement, her frown turning deeper when the girl doesn’t remove it even after you’ve composed yourself. A nudge to her side brings her out of her thoughts and she turns to Georgia, her eyebrow raising questioningly.

“They were asking you” she turns to where you sit, looking back at her with a furrow of your brows. The man asks again.

“Did you know Y/N and Keira back then, Leah?” she only now takes notice of the picture projected on the screen behind the three of you, a picture of you and Keira wearing Barcelona and Man City kits.

“No, I don’t think so. What are you there, like, 14?” she wonders as Keira nods. “Then no, only two years later did I actually meet Y/N” you send a smile her way, one that she tries to reciprocate.

“Good god, if she would have known me then she would’ve never asked me out.” you laugh, Keira joining in with a giggle and the interviewer watches amusedly silently asking you to explain. “Well I mean look at me, I look like a little gnome.”

“You still do.” Keira speaks up from next to you and the girls watching let out a laugh. You point at her accusingly.

“You don’t get to say shit!” Leah almost laughs too, but as Keira takes a hold of your hand and moves to just hold onto it, her jaw tightens. This also wasn’t out of the ordinary, you were a very affectionate person, everyone knew it and they often held your hand. Though not as often as your girlfriend did, she was your special person after all.

Nevertheless, with the mood she’s been in all throughout today the jealousy in her chest only intensifies, now a bit of hurt sprinkled on top. Soon the chat is wrapped up and you walk towards the blonde who’s sure this is your first time acknowledging her presence.

“Sorry babe, I would’ve had breakfast with you but they wanted us for an early challenge thingy and I had to go to that.” you offer her a small smile, your arm snaking around her waist but the blonde looks less than happy about the touch. Your smile falters slightly and you retract your hand, awkwardly clearing your throat.

“Are you okay?”

“Never better.” she scoffs and turns away from you. You’re about to reach after her but the shout of your name stops you, a media crew member asking you for another game with a teammate. When you turn back to your girlfriend, she’s nowhere to be seen. You sigh at that and decide to just get on with your duties.

You finish said media duties an hour before most of your teammates and Beth looks up at you curiously.

“You’re done?”

“Yeah, I took up the earliest one from the schedule because I wanted to be with Lee” you answer truthfully and the blonde smiles at you sweetly.

“Been missing her?”

“Mhmm, but I’m finished with all of this now so I just gotta find her.” you point towards one of the corridors, waving a quick goodbye to Beth who chuckles at you. She makes quick work of texting your girlfriend about this though, the envious look she had been giving Keira and yourself all day long were hard to miss and although she thoroughly enjoyed watching the edits the fans made about it with the most dramatic audios, she also knew that Leah wasn’t too happy with you at the moment.

Once Leah is done with her own last interview her eyes skim over the message, the green-eyed monster in her shrinking slightly until the next few messages pop up. Laughing emojis and then a link to one of the edits. Her jaw clenches again, similar to how it had during that chat.

It doesn’t take the two of you long to find each other and once you do, you’re roughly pushed into the wall behind you before you could even utter a word. Lips meet yours in a hungry kiss, the blonde tangling her fingers in your hair and tilting your head backwards to allow herself to explore your mouth. You get lost in the feeling of Leah close to you and you almost forget about how she shrugged you off just an hour ago. With your palm laying flat on her chest, you gently push her away from you and she looks down at you, the both of you breathing heavily.

“What was that for?” you ask carefully

“What do you mean? I’ve missed you, that’s all” she shrugs her shoulders and a small smirk makes its way onto your face.

“I bet, but I also saw the looks you gave Keira this morning.” you comment and she sighs once she realizes she’s caught. “You do know she’s your friend too, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“So there’s absolutely no reason for you to be jealous, right?”

“I wasn’t je-”

“No reason to be, no?” you grin in victory when she cracks a smile.

“No, I’m sorry” you pull her into your arms, something you haven’t had the chance to do in a while.

“Don’t be sorry babe, it’s cute, really.” she mutters something incoherent into your shoulder “And I got a really hot kiss”

The laugh you get out of her reassures you that she wasn’t actually angry with you, the distance had just shown its effects for a second.

“You’re such a dork!” she lightly smacks your shoulder, though the beaming smile she gives you tells you all that you need to know.

“You loveee me though '' her eyes twinkle as you reach for her hands, grasping them on your own for comfort.

“That I do” she grins back at you, lips claiming you as hers.

“I love you too, you know.” you whisper onto her lips, arms now secured around her neck before you lean back in and the blonde hums into the kiss. The wide smirk you see on her face as she pulls you after her confirms why you had thought about leaving your afternoon free.

You just might have to make her jealous more often if this was what you got in return.

#leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines #futbol16

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suguru-getos · 1 year

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| unwind with me | itachi x reader |

a/n: i’m a sucker for domestic itachiiii <333 fluff and just, slice of life thingy goin’ on

living together with itachi had its perks. you didn’t have to worry about taking the trash out. you didn’t have to worry about a lot of little things which otherwise irritated you. take today for example: you have had a truly hectic week. meetings, appraisals, work politics, a certain bitch you hate and want to kill. everything was coming together hauntingly. so? saturday you didn’t do anything. being the epitome of a couch potato suits you sometimes. especially when those sometimes include your period.

today your eyes opened to an annoying nuisance. your period cramps again. itachi came to you, a huge mug of iced latte in his painted hands, nudging you tenderly and kissing your forehead. “good morning, you are up early today. yesterday you woke up at 11:45. look, it’s just 10:30” he winked, watching you roll your eyes at him. itachi had a subtle way of teasing you & you fairly understood that.

the coffee tasted immaculate. you had no words to express how tasty it was honestly. just the right amount of coldness, the kind that wakes you up soothingly. the perfect amount of chocolate & caramel. the perfect amount of crushed ice. you looked around the house & decided while sipping your morning drink, today you needed to be productive.

“m’ gonna open my laptop & then play games. after that m’ taking a shower and we’ll go out.” oh— itachi was ‘also’ your boyfriend. makes sense doesn’t it? why else would he treat you like a princess when he could’ve been labelled as king ‘aloof’.

“you will take a shower, work out a bit because it’s been 4 days you haven’t moved your body. i suggest pilates since you are still on your period. then, i will help you cook something for lunch. and further on; we will go out.” you always loved when itachi had his little planner instinct come out for you. there are times when you could really use that.

with that, the day was starting to go by with a slight haze. you had tasks lined up where you’d rather not think. give your mind a little rest by being in the backseat & let your boyfriend handle the itty bitty bits about that all. “speaking of, i need to get my nails done,” you sat on the kitchen counter, watching… or rather, gawking at your man chopping vegetables with such ease. “uh huh?” he looked rather indulged, the bun accentuated his features which would make van gogh bow.

he leaned in, gently placing himself between your legs and kissing your lips softly, hands freshly washed and scared to touch your supple skin. “i love you, angel,” itachi cooed, leaning his forehead against you. “i am so, so glad you depend on me you know that? because you don’t depend on anyone else & that’s what makes me strive so hard to be worthy of it,”

there he was, with his unadulterated words, piercing them deep inside your heart. your pupils shaked in sheer adoration, eyes glossing up. “m’ on my period dya wan’ me to fuckin’ cry?” you whined, leaning your head against his shoulder and hugging him.

he felt so warm, tenderly warm and caregiving that you often forgot that the world doesn’t know, or see this side of him. he’s ruthless to others, often labelled as cold. a twisted part of you likes it. you are exclusive to his love. you’d always be.

“alright now, i want you to eat, then how about,” itachi bit his lower lip, “we do some self care and i prepare us the cosiest haven for watching movies together,” you were introverted & your boyfriend reciprocates the same energy.

“deal!” you grinned, helping him prepare the rest of the ingredients.

little did you know that today was going to be even more special, it’s about time you were just his girlfriend. itachi has something rather too special to share with you tonight. 💍

#itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi imagines #uchiha imagines #uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #itachi fluff #uchiha fluff #naruto fluff #naruto shippuden fluff #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden x reader #naruto shippuden imagines #naruto imagines #naruto x reader fluff #itachi x reader fluff

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ladytauria · 10 days

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**KNOCKS THE DOOR DOWN**

27!!!! For the WIP game thingy

hehehe

(jaytim) empty promises p. 2

a sequel to this prompt! (inspired by you, lmao; the sad animal pics won me over xD)

which, to summarize, tim & jason have a big fight… and before it’s resolved, jason gets called to do a job with roy. it’s going to be a sort of 3+1 fic, focusing on 3 phone calls they share before jason comes home. the first two calls are written and now i’m stumped lmao

there’s… a lot i’d like to share; i’m pretty proud of what i’ve got but, um… have a snippet from phone call #2

Tim tries to ignore the way his heart softens. “How’s progress?” he asks instead. The words are sour in his mouth. Work is… easier. He wishes it wasn’t. But he doesn’t know how to talk to Jason with this thing between them—and he doesn’t want to talk about it like this. Over the phone, with hundreds of miles separating them.

Jason hums. “In a minute,” he says. “Have you eaten yet today?”

“Not recently,” Tim says. He had a granola bar like, an hour ago. And he’s been munching on trail mix while he plays. So, not entirely the truth, but he wants to know where Jason is going with this.

“I was thinking, ah. Maybe we could eat together?” Jason offers, hesitantly. “I was just about to dive into some leftovers, and I thought… maybe…” He trails off, and then laughs, self-deprecatingly. “S’kinda stupid, I guess.”

“No,” Tim says, immediately. “No, it’s— That sounds nice, actually. Do… Did you want to switch to video?” He has some leftover takeout he didn’t finish last night. He’d ordered their usual on automatic, and, well. He could eat a lot, but not quite that much.

“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

Tim warms up his food before settling at the dinner table. Through the tinny phone speaker, he can hear Jason doing the same, and it warms him, despite himself. When Jason is ready, they hang up. Tim props his phone up, accepting the video call request from Jason.

The screen is heavily pixelated at first, but soon, the graininess clears away to show Jason. Tim can’t make out any details about the room he’s in; not on such a tiny screen. But he can see the man himself—looking tired, a little worn, but… He’s smiling, too. There’s a nervous edge to it, but. It’s sincere.

He finds himself smiling back, wondering if he looks as tired and lonely as he feels. “Hey,” he says, more softly than he means.

“Hey,” Jason repeats, his tone the same.

For a minute they just sit there and look at each other.

Then Jason swallows, and says, “You—uh. You asked about the job?”

He almost takes it back—asks Jason how he’s been sleeping, instead; if he reaches for Tim in his sleep the same way Tim has been reaching for Jason. He almost tells him to forget the job, forget the argument. Just come home.

Almost.

“Yeah,” he says. “I did.”

[ wip ask game ]

#i think this one is short enough not to do a readmore lmao #krizariel #asks and answers #wip ask game #jaytim #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic

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zeldaelmo · 8 months

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Congratulations on your two milestones!

Have fun:

“What do you mean you ate it?”

Hey B! Thank you for your prompt! This was fun. 😆 Thank you @flutefemme for betareading!

Imagine Link speed ran both games for this. He didn't do the tears quest apart from the one Impa half-dragged him into. Crack fic, kinda, takes place after the ending.

Of Rocks

Link peeks into the cooking pot and then back at Zelda who sits on a log and scribbles furiously in a notebook. He speaks up anyway; she usually gives him her attention if he keeps talking. Old habit from when he hardly got words out.

“I'll have to admit, I was a little confused earlier, you know, back with Rauru and… his wife. What did you say was her name?” He shakes his head to himself. Sometimes he thinks his memory took more damage than they thought.

“Sonia,” Zelda breathes absently and continues taking notes.

“Yeah, Sonia. Anyway, maybe you can tell me more about this Light Dragon thing.”

That makes her look up. She rubs her ink-stained fingers at each other, frowning when he underlines his words with the sign for ‘noodle’. Another old habit.

“Did it… swallow you?" he asks. "Kinda like the Calamity?”

The fire under the cooking pot pops and Zelda sighs like she always does when he brings stray animals home or weapons that are too good to be tossed away (they are!).

“You didn’t search for the geoglyphs, did you? Just like you ignored the pictures on the slate the first time. I even made them easier to find this time, they’re glowing in the dark and all.”

He narrows his eyes on her. “Zelda. You fell into the abyss when we accidentally stumbled over the mummy of the Demon King. You were gone. Poof, swallowed by golden light. So, no, I didn’t feel like searching for anything but you.”

She stares at him for a moment, but then she puts her notebook aside, and faces him fully. “The secret stone here”—she taps the golden, tear-shaped gem on her necklace—”it amplifies the powers of the wielder. It can also be used to perform a forbidden ritual that turns the wielder into a dragon who isn’t bound to the limits of time. Performing that ritual was the only way to heal the sword for you.” Her gaze searches the small clearing where they’ve set up camp on their way to Hateno. It's not far from where they fell from the sky.

Link points his thumb in the general direction behind him where the sword leans against his pack. “I got it, no worries. Didn’t forget how mad you were the last time when I rushed to the castle with a soup ladle.” He lifts the stew-covered one currently in his hand for good measure. Then, he mulls over what she said and tries to piece it together with the strange things that happened in the sky. Or realm. Might as well have been a different realm with the clouds, the hovering, and all that. He stirs the soup, watching her through his lashes. “So, the Light Dragon, that was you?”

“Yes.”

Now that answer came quicker than he had expected. “Huh.” He scratches his head. “So, the other dragons, Naydra, Dinraal, and Farore…”

“Were once priestesses who swallowed a secret stone to guard the springs eternally, yes.”

“Wait.” He leans the ladle against the brim of the pot and frowns.

“What do you mean, you ate it?”

“Well, it’s part of the ritual.” She crosses her arm in front of her, voice growing impatient.

Yes, yes, he should have tried to find more of the geo-thingies. They would probably have explained everything, but they've been through this before; he doesn't feel like dabbling when her life is on the line. And he didn't even have amnesia this time!

“So when you eat a stone that's fine but when I do it, you get mad?”

She blinks and blinks and blinks. He clicks his tongue. Seems like she has been mad at him so often that she can’t even remember it.

“Goronia,” he jogs her memory.

“Oh!” she calls and leaps up, the notebook toppling into the grass. “Oh, now that was completely different!”

“Is it now? You ate rocks, I ate rocks. Seems pretty similar to me,” Link says, unwrapping a dark clump directly in front of her eyes. His little diversionary tactic nearly works out when he drops it into the cooking pot and the whole content shifts to a dark blue, but she shakes off the urge to investigate.

“You ate the rock roast for sports. For me, there was no alternative to this measurement. I took the risk of losing myself entirely to give you a fighting chance!”

“Well, I saved diplomatic relationships with the Gorons, as you surely remember. And just for the record, it was a Rock Roast Flambé.”

“You are ridiculous and you know it.”

“Ridiculous, huh? The Princess of Hyrule causing a scandal by refusing to eat traditional food prepared especially for her? I saved your ass back then.” By now, he can’t help the grin tugging at his lips. Her eyes flash dangerously when he passes her a bowl of dark soup. "What?" He laughs. "It's true and you know it. Just admit that you're just as unhinged as I am."

"It was a sacrifice," she insists, blowing over her spoonful of blue soup. "For Hyrule. And you. Although you make me second-guess myself about the latter."

"Ah, come on. You seemed pretty happy to see me earlier although it has hardly been two weeks."

"Two we—" she starts, her spoon freezing mid-air and soup dripping back into her bowl.

"I know, I know, last time I only needed a couple of hours after I woke up. Rauru kept holding me back. Tricked me into thinking you were at the sky island."

"Well," she deadpans. "It sure felt like an eternity for me."

He knows he's missing something with the way she chuckles dryly, but she'll bring it up again later. He'll feel stupid for the things he said, then, but she says it's part of his charm, so he doesn't mind.

They eat in amicable silence, fire cracking and soup simmering. Farore buzzes in the distance, climbing the skies at her own, leisurely pace. Link's gaze follows her for a while, but then he turns back to Zelda.

"Did you chew it?!"

"Link!!!!!!"

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #legend of zelda #totk spoilers #totk #I live for smart Link #But this was fun too

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anarchistauthor · 6 months

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The Junk I Write

I'm an author who wears many hats, I'd say. I've got four books, two of which are very SPN-like, since they star a vampire who eventually works her way up to becoming the goddess of hell (it's complicated), one of which is a fairly conventional superhero story starring a bunch of queer communists, and a medieval fantasy book about people who turn into weapons and kill shit. And that's just my *finished* works.

In the drafts are sequels to all three of those series, a magic school thing I'm working out, a body-horror book about a girl turning into a monster like The Thing and using that power to murder the ones who did that to her, a spy thriller which (no joke) was inspired by Game of Thrones, something I call a "mecha western" which I think describes it better than I could put into words here, and more fanfiction than I know what to do with. And, like always, ideas keep coming to me. (I have ADHD)

So here's the thing: Basically anything I write is derivative in some way. Basically anything ANYONE writes is derivative in some way. If you read my books, and you've also enjoyed the same kinds of media that I have, it won't be hard to pick up their scent. Several major characters in my works got their start in trashy fanfiction which sits on my Google drive and only a handful of people get to actually read. That doesn't mean my novels are based on those fanfictions, and in fact, they have very little to do with the source material other than surface similarities. My novels are original, whether you believe it or not.

Take, for instance, the newest thing I've been writing, which I shall here codename "Greek Gods Thingy." GGT is not a book about actual Greek gods, but about a pantheon I made up based on some archetypes. There's a god of the sky, of the sea, of war, all that good stuff, but they're not the same as their equivalents in any particular real-world pantheon. And, no, this is not the part that's related to my fanfiction.

GGT's protagonist, a young lesbian called Ember, is chosen by one of the gods to do his bidding, and that's basically the plot, whatever. I actually tried to write this thing like a year ago, but I couldn't really pull it together. It felt off, I wasn't vibing with the characters, and in general I was doing kind of a crappy job, only ended up writing like 3500 words. And then, recently, I got the idea to cut and paste a character from one of my fanfictions onto Ember. I'm not gonna say what series it was a fanfic of, but it will be pretty obvious if you've seen the show and pay attention to Ember's mother in particular.

But here's the thing: The more I write it, the less copied it is. It's a completely different setting, different plot, different everything, just with the main character starting from a similar place in her life. I don't know if this applies to anyone else, but when I make an OC for a fanfic, I'm not doing it to self-insert or whatever, I'm crafting a person I love, who I love writing about. And then, what almost always happens is that I say, "Sucks that this character is stuck in a world I don't have ownership of," and then I end up making my own shit for them. That's basically what my medieval book was, too.

That doesn't mean the original work is a copy of the fanfic. If anything, it's freeing great characters, allowing them to spread their wings and prove their right to exist in something real. That's what Ember's done. And genuinely, I can't wait for this book (or any of the rest of them) to be out, so I can share my love for these babies with the world, and hopefully you all love them too. And, frankly...the idea of """real""" authors being judgmental of fanfiction is absurd to me. Fanfic makes writing better, it expands a person's voice and in many cases gets them into writing way before they have enough confidence to try publishing a novel.

Yes. Write that garbage fic of yours. Polish it, sweat over it, let it keep you up at night because you want it to be perfect. It might show you that you have it in you to write something your own. Or, maybe not. That's fine too. Either way, flexing your creativity is always a good thing.

Unless you're a nazi or some shit.

#writeblr #writing #fanfiction #ramblings #art

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ninjadeathblade · 6 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part fourteen)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 598

Warnings: Reference to Conductor trying to kill Hat Kid, mention of Conductor's knife

Author's notes: This leads into the Elephant Love Medley chapter (which I will post later today!). But for now there's this.

They were a month into filming now.

Things had been going fairly to plan and they were making good progress.

Somewhere along the line Snatcher had made a contract with Hat Kid so that she could speak Toulouse's lines.

Grooves scanned through the script, and his and Conductor's planned choreography.

He was meant to be practicing it for the Elephant Love Medley scene.

Trouble is, it's hard to act out a scene with two people when only one of you is present.

And it's also hard to act out a scene when you haven't wanted to leave your office.

"Useless peck necks!" Conductor stormed into Grooves' office, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Darling, I'm sure they're trying," Grooves sighed, too tired to put up a fight at the moment.

The Conductor paused, turning to him with confusion riddling his face. "What's wrong with you then, eh?"

"What?"

"Yer upset. Did a crew member say something?" Conductor asked.

Grooves took his sunglasses off, folding them and placing them beside him on his desk. The room blurred without the lenses and Grooves squinted more than usual.

"No one said anything," Grooves answered.

"Then what the peck is wrong?"

"I'm meant to be practicing the medley today. But my co-star didn't show up to practice," Grooves explained and guilt flashed across Conductor's face.

It wasn't the full truth.

But Grooves wasn't about to let Conductor know about his anxiety as to taking on the responsibility of playing Christian.

"Why didn't yer say?!" Conductor burst.

Grooves blinked, taken aback as his shorter co-worker stormed over to his desk.

"Listen here! It's my-"

"Our," Grooves corrected.

"-movie and I'm not about to let it fail because you could nae tell me that I missed out on practise!" Conductor continued, one hand snatching Grooves' script and leafing through it quickly.

"We're gonna practice it."

"What? As in now? Right now?" Grooves asked, putting his glasses back on.

He blinked, eyes sore from squinting as everything focused again.

Conductor nodded, then paused, looking around the room.

"It's less colourful than I'd thought it'd be," he admitted.

Grooves frowned, standing and following the yellow owl as he walked towards the door. "And why did you think it'd be colourful?"

"You've seen the clothes yer walk around in, right?"

"Fair point," Grooves conceded, following the owl from the penguin side of the studio to the owl.

The Conductor walked further through his section of the property, over to an elevator that appeared to be hidden in the depths of the studio.

"Why do I recognise this place?" Grooves questioned, following the yellow bird into the elevator.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't," Conductor muttered as the elevator began to go down.

Hazy memories flashed through his mind and he looked at Conductor in horror.

"You tried to kill her."

Conductor nodded slowly as the elevator came to a halt.

"I regret it. I shouldn't have done what I did. At least she was nice enough to use that timepiece thingy to make most people forget. It's only if they try ta remember that things will come back to them," Conductor admitted.

"Are you going to kill me?" Grooves asked, his fight or flight response kicking in as the elevator doors opened, lights illuminating the room they'd arrived at.

Briefly he remembered the knife concealed in Conductor's coat.

"No. I could nae do that to my best actor," the director said, something akin to a smile lingering on his face before he turned back to the penguin, smile dropping.

"Come on then Grooves. You wanted to rehearse."

#discotrain #a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit dj grooves #ahit conductor #ahit the conductor #the conductor #dj grooves #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au

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d-dalladalla · 2 years

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hi ^^ love ur blog, i was wondering if you could write a steamy fic of fem reader x g!p ryujin playing the "7 minutes in heaven" game thingy ( if thats the name for it ) at a graduation party kind of setting <3 love u

Omg yes!! sorry for this being late uni has been tough love u too! <3

You couldn't be more pissed off right now. You and Yeji had thrown the best graduation party anyone could ever dream of, the football team was there, basketball players, of course, your cheer team and every other high school cliche.

But the ONE person you told Yeji not to invite had just made her way over to your group and took your drinks. Shin Ryujin. She was your ex, she was loud, obnoxious, cocky and annoying and you begged Yeji to not invite her, but according to her she wanted the two of you to make up and work out your differences.

Your differences were she was annoying and rude and you weren't, according to yourself. She wedged her way between Nayeon and Tzuyu as the bottle on the ground spun around, the previous victim was you and you were this close to putting your hands together in prayer for it to not stop on her.

And you couldn't just refuse to play, unlike Nayeon, you didn't want to be blackout drunk by the end of the night, you needed to be up early for cheer practice so you were staying sober tonight.

But apparently, the universe had it out for you as the bottle slowed and stopped pointing at her, and she looked more than happy to reach over and take your wrist in her hand, pulling you up and away from the cheering group, pushing you into the closet door, locking it behind her.

She came towards you, it was too dark to make out her features but you knew she was smirking as she grasped your waist and gently lifted you by the thighs.

"No-no Ryujin-" you were cut off by the softest kiss against your lips, you forgot how good of a kisser she was. She stroked a hand through your hair and cradled your head.

"I miss you," she whispered against your lips, so close that every word she spoke let your lips touch hers. "You know that right? How much I miss you?" She pressed another kiss to your lip ever so softly.

You weren't expecting this, but you were not complaining, you missed her, and of course, you did. You had made a rash and quick decision to break up when you were stressed and it was a mistake, but you were the most stubborn person she knew and you weren't going to admit you were wrong that easily.

She started to push harder against your lips, her tongue licking your bottom lip, teeth pulling against it and smoothing over the mark she left with her tongue. She gripped your hips harder, sneaking one down to play with the skirt you wore, flipping it up to expose the firm skin underneath as she pulled and smacked the flesh there.

You were red as hell with embarrassment at how easy she got you wet, you hadn't been with anyone since her, neither had she, and she's all you could think about, And now she was here, marking your ass and neck at the same time.

You were still pinned against the wall, her hands slowly lowered you down and turned you, your front now against the wall and her front closely pressed against your back. She pushed as hard and far as she could into you. She was already hard and trying to dig her way in and she humped into you.

"You want me to fuck you hm?" she murmured against your ear, her voice only just audible with how low her voice was.

You nodded depseratly as she moved your panties aside with two fingers and pushed down her on pants smoothly, one hand separating your thighs and the other lining herself up.

"Times up! Get out!" She recognised Nayeon's voice as she giggled in her shout.

"Fuck off!" Ryujin groaned back, the door handle began to rattle just as she pushed into you, thrusting in and out slowly and holding you still when she full entered you, she slowly pulled out completely though, and you whined as she fixed your clothing and hers right as Nayeon burst the door down, grinning like a mad woman.

"I see the two of you have made up," she gestured at Ryujin's hand in yours, but Ryujin just pushed past her and dragged you along behind her as she made her way up the stairs.

"Remember, safe sex!" Nayeon taunted

#Ryujin x female reader #Ryujin smut #D-dalladalla

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bambirex · 9 months

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Good Enough To Eat

Pairing: Geraskier

Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier

Additional tags: roleplay, feeding kink, hand feeding, chubby jaskier, belly kink, belly rubs, biting, possessive behavior, finger sucking, nipple licking, horny geralt of rivia, horny jaskier, but also they're soft for each other, hand jobs, teasing, dirty talk, providing kink, it's probably not a thing but it is now, don't like don't read

Word count: 2,375 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: explicit

Part 2 of the Predator & Prey series

Summary: “It’s true what they say about wolves,” Jaskier started, his voice much lower than usual- sensual and needy. He only talked like this when he wanted to play their game. Not even just regular sex, but the kind that they have discovered months prior due to a ridiculous, horny song found by accident. A sinful performance they put on for each other.

“That they like to take care of their pack. The big alpha would provide for his family, making sure they’re well-fed…”

Jaskier took one of Geralt’s hands and led it under the blanket and over his stomach. Geralt couldn’t suppress a moan when he felt his fingers dig into soft flesh, yielding like dough beneath his hand.

“Is this what it’s about, huh?” Jaskier huffed out a laugh, his breath hot and moist against the skin of Geralt’s neck. “The wolf wants to feed up the bunny so he would be happy and healthy?”

Author's notes: Some of you have probably noticed that I expanded Me And Mr. Wolf into a series- I am planning on adding some super kinky pieces, all set in the whole wolf and bunny roleplay thingy. I am bringing a kink for the second installment that might not be everyone's cup of tea, so if it isn't yours, please look away! If it compels you though, drop me a comment ;)

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Jaskier was such a scrawny thing. Sure, he had some baby fat on his face that made his cheeks round out adorably when he smiled, and a layer of softness to the rest of his body, but Geralt could literally feel his bones when he hugged him a little too tight. And that just wouldn’t do.

If Jaskier wanted to continue their journey together- which was obvious, especially now that they’d established their romance -, he needed to put on a little weight. He was freezing to the point his teeth were chattering when it was cold, and he sometimes nearly collapsed after a performance. He was just, to put it simply, a little too thin for Geralt’s liking.

He made sure to up Jaskier’s portions. He always gave the bard the bigger, juicier part of the meat and made sure to season it a little better. Geralt loved to see the satisfied smile on Jaskier’s face when he ate something good, and he loved seeing him lean back with a content expression and a full belly even more. When their coin allowed for it, Geralt would venture into town and track down the best bakery he could find to retrieve some sugary sweetness for his companion. It always made Jaskier squeal with happiness.

It soon appeared that Jaskier actually had a really good appetite, he just needed a bit of a nudge. The poet was often too far gone inside his own head, focusing on everything but taking care of his own needs. He did have a lovely hedonistic streak in him, though, and with Geralt solely taking on the role of his caretaker, his food intake finally increased.

And so did his body weight, which Geralt noticed immediately and felt very flustered by.

All that doting, all those big meals and extra desserts paid off. Jaskier has grown a bit plump under Geralt’s ministrations: his already soft face rounded out even more, making him look so adorable and pinchable. He’s grown a rounded little belly that pushed against his thin chemises and made it harder for some of his doublets to close. It sat on his lap comfortably over his meatier thighs. His bum filled out his baggy trousers a lot more, round like a peach.

Watching him soften, and knowing it was his doing woke something primal and possessive up in Geralt.

There was something incredibly thrilling about providing for someone, about being the one who took care of Jaskier so well that it left marks on his body.

He wasn’t the only one who thought that way.

“You sure seem to like feeding me lately,” Jaskier all but purred as he snuggled up to Geralt. His body was so soft against Geralt’s own hard and chiseled one. The contrast made him stifle a groan as he wound an arm around Jaskier to hold him close.

“Is that so?”

“Come on, Geralt,” Jaskier laughed, “you think I wouldn’t notice that my portions can suddenly feed a family? Or that you disappear for half a day only to return with all kinds of exotic sweets, which then you would always give me?”

“I like taking care of you,” Geralt admitted, a little sheepishly. “And you are so thin.”

He looked down at the soft flesh of Jaskier’s arm that rested over his chest.

“Were,” he corrected himself, feeling his cheeks heat up. Jaskier only grinned wider as he nuzzled into Geralt’s neck.

“Yeah, obviously not anymore,” Jaskier giggled. His eyes suddenly flashed dangerously, and his smile morphed into a smirk. It made Geralt’s heart beat faster.

“It’s true what they say about wolves,” Jaskier started, his voice much lower than usual- sensual and needy. He only talked like this when he wanted to play their game. Not even just regular sex, but the kind that they have discovered months prior due to a ridiculous, horny song found by accident. A sinful performance they put on for each other.

“That they like to take care of their pack. The big alpha would provide for his family, making sure they’re well-fed…”

The growing hardness in Geralt’s trousers was getting more and more difficult to ignore. He growled as he rolled Jaskier onto his back and crawled over him, pinning him down easily. Jaskier’s pupils dilated with interest.

“The bunny was too skinny,” Geralt drawled, slipping into his role without a hitch. It was so easy, so natural between them now: there was a bit of shame the first time, a sense of embarrassment realizing they pretended to be animals together to get off, but none of it was there anymore. They both took to this exciting, lustful dynamic like ducks to water.

“All skin and bones. Too exhausted to hop, not enough energy with how little he was eating.”

“Poor bunny,” Jaskier cooed, his eyelashes fluttering as Geralt peppered kisses all over his neck. He nosed along his softened jaw and nipped lightly at the skin, enjoying the way Jaskier shivered.

“Indeed. The wolf couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to be done.”

He hitched up Jaskier’s shirt, revealing his thick, fuzzy torso. Geralt leant down to rub his cheek against Jaskier’s softer chest.

“This is so much better,” he murmured against Jaskier’s skin, “a much better look on the bunny.”

Jaskier gasped as Geralt flicked his nipple with his tongue. He carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair, eyes closed in pleasure as Geralt lavished him with his tongue. A soft gasp left his lips as Geralt gripped a handful of his belly.

“A bunny should be soft and round,” Geralt growled. He let his teeth scrape against Jaskier’s sensitive nipples, making him tremble. “A good prey is meaty.”

“Does the wolf think the bunny is meaty enough now?” Jaskier asked breathlessly. Geralt gave his stomach a jiggle, watching the plump flesh move with fascination.

“Getting there.”

He moved further down, nuzzling his face into the roundness of Jaskier’s stomach. He cupped it from both sides as he licked over the dome of it, his tongue raising goosebumps all over the skin.

“Wolves don’t play with bones,” Geralt whispered against Jaskier’s tummy as he nipped and sucked at his skin, leaving deep blue and purple marks blossoming there. He moved over to Jaskier’s hips, wider and curvier than before, and he bit him there too, making sure he wouldn’t forget whom he belonged to. “Let’s leave that to the dogs.”

“No, indeed, a wolf deserves better,” Jaskier cooed as he rubbed Geralt’s biceps. He ran his fingers over the hard muscles with a dreamy sigh. “A big, strong predator deserves the plumpest, tastiest prey.”

A deep, guttural groan ripped out of Geralt. He surged upwards and smashed their lips together. Jaskier wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down, his back arching to press their bodies together. Geralt could feel Jaskier growing as hard as he was inside his trousers. He ground his hips down to rub them together as he sucked on Jaskier’s tongue, drawing such pretty noises out of him.

An idea suddenly sprung into his mind. He pulled back and rolled off of Jaskier, ignoring his impatient little whine. Geralt reached into his bag and dug around for the bread and meat he had in there. He was saving it for breakfast, but his composure collapsed. Besides, he could always catch them some fish.

When he turned back, Jaskier sat up in his bedroll, watching what Geralt was doing curiously. Sitting like this, his belly pooched forward, creating soft rolls that just begged to be bitten again. Geralt’s mouth watered at the sight.

He sat in front of Jaskier, excitement and arousal making his hands tremble slightly as he tore off a piece of bread.

He held it up to Jaskier’s lips, and he didn’t even need to say anything: Jaskier immediately opened his mouth and let Geralt push the bread inside. The obedience, the willingness, mixed with obvious greed and impatience made Geralt curse under his breath. He couldn’t restrain himself enough to wait for Jaskier to swallow before he fed him a piece of cold cut.

“Greedy bunny,” Geralt growled. Jaskier winked at him, sucking on that piece of meat so sinfully as if he had something else in his mouth. Geralt needed all his willpower not to come inside his pants.

“No wonder his rump is getting so big with how much he’s eating.”

“He doesn’t hear the wolf complaining,” Jaskier grinned around a mouthful. He climbed forward and plopped down on Geralt’s lap without asking. Geralt noted that he felt a little heavier than before.

“Winter is coming soon,” Geralt said as he shoved another bite into Jaskier’s mouth. “The wolf is gonna need all his energy to keep hunting.”

He kneaded at the soft rolls on Jaskier’s waist as Jaskier sucked on his fingers with a moan, lustfully chasing every single morsel.

“Can’t survive on scrawny little bunnies,” Geralt continued. He dug his fingers into Jaskier’s flesh, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. “The wolf needs to eat the fattest bunny to stay strong and warm in the cold.”

“Very, ah,” Jaskier moaned as Geralt gave his ample bottom a good squeeze, “the bunny is very glad to be of service.”

That much Geralt could tell, judging by a couple of things. First, Jaskier devoured the bread and the meat like he was intent on growing twice his size in a couple of seconds to please his equally hungry wolf. He barely took breaths between the bites, chasing Geralt’s hand needily. His cheeks were red and puffed out with the food shoved into them, looking perfectly the part of a munching rabbit. It made the possessive fire inside Geralt soften a little bit, and he gently kissed Jaskier’s rounded cheek.

Second, his eyes were dazed with obvious lust, his pupils dilated so much that the black nearly swallowed the blue. The flush of his face descended to his neck and chest, the latter heaving with pants of exertion and arousal.

Third, his cock was visibly straining inside his pants, and it poked into Geralt’s hip bone whenever Jaskier leaned forward to take another greedy bite.

“It might serve the wolf,” Jaskier breathed, “that with feeding him so much, the wolf will tire him out… he will be so spoiled and chubby, that he will be slow… much easier to hunt.”

“He will try to run away,” Geralt growled, shoving his thumb between Jaskier’s lips and making him suck on it, “but he won’t stand a chance. His big tummy slows him down…”

“…he might even get stuck in a hole that he wants to hide in… only his round rump sticking out…”

“…easy access…”

“Geralt, stay with the plot.”

“Sorry. Very nice plush place for the wolf to sink his teeth into.”

He looked down on Jaskier’s body, that beautiful body that he has loved and nurtured so much, that rounded out under his care- his sweet, eager bunny who waited for his wolf to hunt all that food for him. Just sitting around on his lush bottom while the wolf foraged the forest and the town to bring back something tasty for him. Maybe Geralt could try and feed him by passing food from his own mouth to Jaskier’s, pinning him down against the ground and making him take it, overpowered, needy, soft little bunny always yielding under the big, strong wolf…

The rest of the food was gone, and Jaskier’s belly looked a little distended, rounder and firmer to the touch. Geralt felt it under his hand as he rubbed his palm over the hot skin, making Jaskier gasp and moan, always so sensitive to his touches.

Geralt unbuttoned his pants as fast as he could before he freed Jaskier from the confines of his breeches as well- they already dug into his poor belly too much, and while the sight of him nearly bursting out of his pants intrigued Geralt, he also didn’t want his little bunny to be uncomfortable.

He took both of their dicks into one hand and started stroking them off. Jaskier moaned, from the fullness or the pleasure Geralt didn’t know. He hoped it was both. He fondled Jaskier’s belly as he jerked them off with quick motions, pushing them both closer to the edge.

Jaskier came first, crying out his wolf’s name as he all but collapsed against him. As he let himself go like this, putting all his weight on Geralt, it was indeed obvious he was heavier. The realization was enough to set Geralt off, and he came all over Jaskier’s stomach, painting the faint pink stretchmarks and his own teeth marks with his seed.

“Fuck,” Jaskier wheezed against his neck. Geralt grinned as he gently lay him down on his back. Jaskier let out a soft sigh of bliss as Geralt gently started rubbing circles into his stomach, soothing the ache he must have felt in there.

“This is lovely.”

“You’re lovely,” Geralt told him earnestly. He kissed the roundest part of Jaskier’s belly before he moved lower, to the softness under his naval. He cleaned Jaskier’s skin off with his licks, tracing the sensitive marks with his tongue. Jaskier shivered softly.

“I’m sleepy,” he told Geralt, stretching out languidly as Geralt returned to caressing his belly. “Being a bunny always tires me out.”

Geralt rolled his eyes at him fondly. “All you have to do is look pretty. And eat.”

“Mhm. Eating is exhausting, Geralt. Especially for such a soft little critter like me.”

“Well, you better rest, then,” Geralt told him cheekily, “because the wolf has to hunt in the morning.”

“For me?” Jaskier asked, batting his lashes at Geralt. Geralt smiled and moved up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Always for my little bunny, of course.”

#geraskier #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fanfiction #predator & prey #please don't kill me

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helllooo if ur requests are kinda closed bc of ur main request game thing (idk what u call it 😭) then ignore this!! but if ur requests are open and you’ll need time to get to this bc of ur request game thingy (wow great wording 😋) can u do an enhypen reaction (ot7) to a fem!idol!reader being in a really popular gg? HELP- the ideas rlly basic but so am I so like- 😍👌

you’re an idol ♡

a/n. sorry you had to wait for so long 🧍‍♀️ i hope you enjoy it!! also it’s not a basic idea i really wanted to write something like this hehe

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

he’s your big fan but the biggest protector

during vlives he makes everything so you do not see hate comments

same with tweets. no idea how he does it but whoever tweets a bad word abt you they have their acc removed in a matter of hours 🧍‍♀️

besides that, hums your group’s songs 24/7

in private tho

bc he knows if one of the guys catch him, he’s being teased forever

also shows off your group merch on vlives!!

pssst, he’s a big fan of the light stick :”)

┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]

engenes on weverse or bubble are low-key tired of him bc he talks about you and your group 24/7

“DID YOU SEE Y/N’S NEW IG POST?! THATS MY GF!!!”

literally has your pc tucked in his wallet and his phone case :”)

once got matching hair with you to support your comeback (spoiler: managers and jungwon were not happy)

sings your songs on lives <3

that’s actually how engenes and your fans started to figure out you’re dating

bc like… he won’t shut up about you. even on vlives or celebrity shows.

but it’s fine, he’s cute while doing that + you two make an adorable couple <3

┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]

no one in the public knows (at first…)

but privately they are all sick of him 🤕

“[gg name] this, [gg name] that…”

heeseung jokes that he should be in your group since he talks more about than enhypen

also his music taste contains of 99% rock and that 1% of your group’s sweet songs about love╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

once (1) he danced to your song - especially your part - and engenes went WILD

engenes craved more jay covering gg songs

they ask, they shall receive! isn’t that suspicious that it’s only your group’s songs though…?

no one cares (respectfully) as long as grumpy jay is dancing cutely :D

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

he’s so in love, everyone can see that

“did you see y/n’s special stage today?! oh my goodness, she was so cool! and the outfit? and the– i mean… [gg name] did well!”

we all know his eyes were on you and you only

he always records your ending fairies 🥹

that means he has a whole ass folder for them + fan cams, memes and clips :”)

always helps you when you struggle with some parts of your choreos or such!!

and he’s so adorable that you can’t say no to his puppy eyes when he asks you to spoil something about your comebacks

“jungwon, no. i told you too much already!” “but…” “okay… but don’t tell others!”

he has a small key ring with a plushie of your representative animal attached to his keys :”)

┆彡 NISHIMURA RIKI [ にしむらりき ]

he could not care less about his managers scolding you – he covers your group’s songs all the time

and he always nails it… but when he does it with you though, he always goofs around and gives you your time to shine <3

literally knows all the choreos, the boys would be 99% that he knows them better than their own

riki literally threatens you to send selfies of yourself when you have a stage performance

he loves all that cutie accessories they put on you and often ends up stealing eg your hair clips…

btw he saves the selfies too <3 esp when it’s a goofy angle… he can’t help but grin like an idiot at his phone

you made a funny mistake on air? get ready to be teased about it.

kind of off topic but you are literally the industry’s fav couple (yk… you kinda took hyuna and dawn’s spot– okay i’ll go now) bc HOW!! CUTE!! YOU!! TWO!! ARE!! TOGETHER!!

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

he’s like “your songs suck” and then proceeds to sing them for the whole day

when he was a mc and your group happened to be performing at music bank he would non-stop stare t you with hearts in his eyes :”)

making lil jokes too (hawaii you?)

during en o’clock he’s known to dance randomly to your songs 😭

but then when you laugh at him bc of that he’s like “well it’s your fault it’s so catchy😕”

he’s so sweet though :( once you had a comeback and due to his busy schedule he couldn’t be with you...

… so he sent you a big (and i mean BIG) bouquet of flowers in colours that matched your cb concept and a cake with a cute drawing!!

also there was a card attached to it. it said “congratulations on your comeback! you did a great job! we loved it!” - enhypen”

but then when you thanked them for it they were like ??? what flowers !!!?

turned out hoon was to shy to admit it was his idea so he just wrote it was them 🥹

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

SUCH A SWEETHEART ABOUT IT :((

writes abt u and [gg name] on weverse!! “did you see [gg name]’s new mv? i loved it!”

dancing tiktoks are a must!! especially with you!! engenes love to see him all happy and giggly with you

also does lil dances out of nowhere :”)

buys your albums. literally dates you and yet he’s the biggest fanboy – literally full on collector

he has to have every single one of your pc

(and yes you sneak some stuff for him, and he straight on goes :D)

often recreates your mv/cb makeup and outfits for fun

and you too… and then you have adorable pictures to post and that results in your fans and engenes to lose their mind 🤭

(and because of that people often set up matching pfps of you two <3)

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi ,, @jung0ne ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @julaute ,, @moonacholy

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ayameyumesaki · 1 year

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I'm glad I looked forward to Re;ssurection ch. 15 because damn I'm close to tears... Schnee, good boy good boy 😭

[Spoiler ahead, you've been warned!]

This chapter is talking about Schnee and Suzaku, along with Schneizel sending Lancelot and Guren's frame coat thingy. There aren't many differences in Schneizel scene, but hey, we're gonna get Cornelia talking to Zero!Lelouch next chapter.

The thing I want to talk today is the additional Schnee and Suzaku scene which is... pretty heartwarming and needed, especially in Suzaku's side. I'm not going to reveal everything, my main focus is what Schnee said to Suzaku.

In previous chapter, we saw Schnee going somewhere with Kallen which is kinda revealed here but anyway Suzaku was about to talk to Lelouch (yes shut up im totally emo he actually went out to search him in his condition just to say 'im glad you're alive' askdjaljfkahflajd) and Lelouch said he should talk to Schnee first and they did. At first Lelouch wants to leave but Schnee said it has to do with Lelouch too.

Then, he revealed that he saw the documents Ledo left behind about them so he knew the situation. He also said it was by his own will he came there. He then told Suzaku that he attacked Suzaku after the FLEIJA bombing because he was mad and tried to deny it, he also fled because of that. Since he was aware that it was never by Suzaku's will, he regretted the fact he attacked Suzaku that day.

That's why when Schnee said he found out that Suzaku is still alive, he was happy but also angry, much like how Suzaku thought about Lelouch in prev chapter :) Fun enough, he also questioned the same thing as Suzaku did in previous chapters, but in calmer way.

"Like, why don't you tell me anything about it,"

Fun enough, the way they showed this line was with Suzaku looking extra sad and guilty like how he always did in manga version, and Lelouch... Oh, Lelouch.

Then, comes the scene that makes me, cry. Literally cry, because the way Suzaku responded to it as well...

Schnee: When I heard your rescue mission is a success from Kallen-san, I was thinking about punching you at least once (hence, in prev chapter, Kallen told Suzaku to be prepared for another punch lol). But, like this... There's no way I can punch you who is hurted like this... Suzaku: Schnee...

Do you mean I waited two weeks for... Schnee trying to comfort Suzaku 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he even cared for him.... I mean I just want Schnee to have a talk with Suzaku and this???????? Damn, Lelouch, step up your game before your bf is snatched by someone else.

Cough.

Anyway, Schnee brought Suzaku his Zero outfit.

Suzaku: To support my back, huh? Schnee: No, Suzaku-san's and Lelouch-san's. Both of yours. Zero is a hero you two created. That Zero must be able to save Nunnally-sama from this difficult condition.

Please notice about Suzaku's face. He looked kinda... mad or serious. It's certainly the face he showed as Knight of Zero, so I think it's serious. Lelouch also smiled. Zero is the symbol of justice they created together--- Lelouch is the Zero during the war and bring the peace to the world, while Suzaku is the Zero who protects the said peace with everything he has. Schnee told them that he supports both Zero.

Suzaku: Schnee, I... Schnee: Suzaku-san, even now, you are the existence I admired the most. That's why, the gratitude I wasn't able to convey that day, please let me say it again to you after this problem ends.

You see, it could be because our Suzaku is always and always been guilty driven boy he is since he was 10, so I think, here, he wants to deny Schnee's words. But Schnee is... Suzaku's subordinate for a reason. He didn't accept a no, much like his benefactor, so he just left without letting Suzaku spoke even a word and Lelouch commented on it.

It's beautiful to see how Schnee's act in Lancelot & Guren ended with him being able to tell Suzaku directly about what he actually felt. Schnee is always been the most honest one between Konoe Knights, and Suzaku was certainly grateful for his existence---and even Ledo's. Though it wasn't mentioned, you can see how much it pains him to meet Schnee, but he probably wanted to apologize anyway, because he always knew Ledo is someone precious to Schnee too, much like how they are to Suzaku. I'm glad Schnee showed to Suzaku how much he actually cares for him... Something that no one in the series showed it directly to him, probably, after Euphy.

Schnee's matter aside, we should remember that in the movie, Suzaku actually told Lelouch to return to be Zero. While Suzaku didn't say it during his conversation with Lelouch in the tower, through this scene, I think Suzaku actually wanted to tell Schnee about him stopping to be Zero. I think there is a scene where he said that his existence as Zero is a mere decoration---I think it was during that scene with Lelouch, I forgot in where though.

But clearly, through the manga, I could feel many reasons for him to think twice about his position as Zero. While Suzaku is ultimately accepted his fate to be hated as shown with the airport incident, with his inability to protect Nunnally and let her to be kidnapped and Lelouch returned, he felt even weaker than he ever was. Unlike during the wartime where he actually had a clear purpose to create a peaceful world and return Japan to freedom, Suzaku didn't have that clear purpose either, except he should live. His mentality was probably on the lowest, and you could see in that scene where he stood in the middle of an empty room, probably thinking, he was more than ready to return things back to how it should be. The manga showed how much pain he actually felt as Zero, which no one could see, through his expressions. And I'm glad this chapter explored it.

Additional comment: In this scene, Lelouch praised Suzaku about Schnee, and Suzaku said "it is something they imposed by themselves", then they stood watching the sunset. The author commented "one can feel the distance between the shadows of those two who stood next to each other, but Lelouch still enveloped the black cloth to his body".

Pretty good as a whole package. Can't wait to see Cornelia being mad and pointed her sword to Suzaku and Lelouch next. I want to see how that Cornelia goes about to kill him then say "I'm glad that you're okay". 😭

#anyway happy bday cornelia!#next chapter jeremiah and anya #and cecile and nina #and prob cornelia ohgi and tamaki too!#code geass #code geass manga #code geass lelouch of re;ssurrection

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